No Competition
Remble Lyrics


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I might really want to spray dude
But sometimes it's best that you feed the snakes too
If you listen to me closely, I could lace you
But don't get to talking too much, that's what feds do
It's war outside, so I had to throw on the lead-proof
What's the odds one of these busters get a headshot?
I've seen a Ruger and a Glock make a bed rock
I hid the burner and the money in the best spot
I'm finna blow these niggas, worried they'll get left out
I needed dough, I thought a safe could be the best route
Bitches tryna rape the kid when I was fresh out
I used to game the bitch, but she just throw the neck now
I threw the ho in doggy, she said it's the best style
Smith & Wesson hollow points 'cause them the best rounds
When my niggas hop out trippin', it's a man down
When I hear bitches say, "it's Remble," it's the best sound
Stinc team, dumbass, go 'head and hate now
I seen him at me eight times and he got eight rounds
Bake a cake for him, hit him with a fake smile
He in the lake swimming somewhere with his face down
Do these niggas insist they wanna stay out?
My niggas in the pen wishing they could break out
I watched a nigga catch a body his first day out
I puppetmaster situations, watch 'em play out
All that money he was flexin' in my pocket, nigga, stop it, nigga
Ridin' with my rocket, I don't think you want to pop it to 'em
Got a blower and some mops, but he don't never pop it at 'em
Grab the poke, I'm finna stab 'em
Blitz 'em, now let's play some Madden
New additions to them boys, now let's make subtractions
I'm not really like them other boys because I'm never lackin'
I'll pull out them choppas on them boys, I never ride without 'em
With the static, really pull up trippin', holdin' automatics
It's Remble walkin' down the street with heat, he finna pop it
If you pop it, leave you in the street leakin' on the concrete
If it's real, murder down and go and catch a body
I've been traumatized ever since I went and caught a nine
Laced up my Ballys, grab my glizzy, then hit Cinnabon
Seen a buster up in Target and I made him give it up
These niggas say they sendin' shots, but they ain't really sending nothing
Niggas call me cuzzo every day and we ain't even cousins
Bitch tell me she love me every day and we ain't even fuckin'
A lot of niggas callin' me big bro, but they don't know my mother
Pull up with that look up on my face and make a nigga stutter
Like no other, really in the function strippin' every buster
EA Sports, it's in the game, but I ain't playin', nigga
This for all them niggas that was snitchin', always playing victim
When I see you out in traffic, I ain't playin' with you




I felt myself outside my body when I sprayed the pistol
It's Remble

Overall Meaning

In these lyrics from Remble's song "No Competition," the artist talks about his experiences with violence and criminal activity. He starts by suggesting that he could harm someone, but it may be better to "feed the snakes," meaning to placate those who may cause harm. Remble also warns against speaking too much, as it could attract unwanted attention from the authorities. He expresses his readiness for war and his precautions to protect himself. He mentions the weapons he has used in the past, and reveals that he hides a gun and money in the best spot. Remble claims that he is about to surpass his competitors and hopes that they don't get left out.


He then switches his focus to his past experiences with women, including one who tried to take advantage of him when he was fresh out of prison. He boasts about his sexual prowess and the types of ammunition he prefers. Remble acknowledges that his lifestyle can lead to danger and that he has seen people go to jail or die immediately after their release. He declares his dominance over his rivals and his willingness to use violence to maintain it.


Overall, "No Competition" is a song about Remble's experience with the streets, the criminal lifestyle, and the dangers that come with it. The lyrics paint a picture of a gritty and violent world where Remble's only option is to act tough and maintain his hard exterior to survive.



Line by Line Meaning

I might really want to spray dude
I feel the urge to use my firearm against someone


But sometimes it's best that you feed the snakes too
It's sometimes beneficial to help out your enemies


If you listen to me closely, I could lace you
I can give you some valuable advice


But don't get to talking too much, that's what feds do
Don't give out too much information, as it can be used against you


It's war outside, so I had to throw on the lead-proof
I had to put on bulletproof clothing due to the dangerous environment outside


What's the odds one of these busters get a headshot?
What are the chances of someone getting shot in the head?


I've seen a Ruger and a Glock make a bed rock
I've witnessed firearms cause a violent reaction


I hid the burner and the money in the best spot
I concealed the gun and the cash in the safest place


I'm finna blow these niggas, worried they'll get left out
I'm about to outshine or defeat these people, and they're afraid of being left behind


I needed dough, I thought a safe could be the best route
I needed money, and I thought it would be best to keep it in a secure location


Bitches tryna rape the kid when I was fresh out
Women were trying to take advantage of me when I had just been released from prison


I used to game the bitch, but she just throw the neck now
I used to manipulate the woman, but now she willingly performs sexual favors for me


I threw the ho in doggy, she said it's the best style
I engaged in a sexual act with a woman, and she enjoyed it the most in the doggy style position


Smith & Wesson hollow points 'cause them the best rounds
I use Smith & Wesson hollow point bullets because they are the most effective


When my niggas hop out trippin', it's a man down
When my friends come out aggressively, someone is going to get hurt


When I hear bitches say, "it's Remble," it's the best sound
When women talk about me, it's the best compliment I can receive


Stinc team, dumbass, go 'head and hate now
I'm part of the Stinc Team, and people can go ahead and hate on us if they want


I seen him at me eight times and he got eight rounds
Someone shot at me eight times, and I responded by shooting them with eight bullets


Bake a cake for him, hit him with a fake smile
I will pretend to be friendly to someone while secretly planning to harm them


He in the lake swimming somewhere with his face down
I killed someone and dumped their body in the lake where it's floating face down


Do these niggas insist they wanna stay out?
Do these people really want to stay out of trouble?


My niggas in the pen wishing they could break out
My friends who are in jail want to get released


I watched a nigga catch a body his first day out
I saw someone commit murder on their first day out of prison


I puppetmaster situations, watch 'em play out
I control situations like a puppet master and watch them unfold as planned


All that money he was flexin' in my pocket, nigga, stop it, nigga
Someone was showing off their money to me, but I took it and told them to stop


Ridin' with my rocket, I don't think you want to pop it to 'em
I have a gun with me, and I don't think someone wants to challenge me


Got a blower and some mops, but he don't never pop it at 'em
Someone has guns and ammunition, but they never use them


Grab the poke, I'm finna stab 'em
I'm going to grab a knife and stab someone


Blitz 'em, now let's play some Madden
Let's attack someone quickly and then play a video game


New additions to them boys, now let's make subtractions
Some new people have joined our group, and we need to get rid of some old members


I'm not really like them other boys because I'm never lackin'
I'm not like other people because I always have what I need


I'll pull out them choppas on them boys, I never ride without 'em
I will use my guns against people, and I always carry them with me


With the static, really pull up trippin', holdin' automatics
When there's tension, I will show up aggressively with guns


It's Remble walkin' down the street with heat, he finna pop it
I'm walking around armed, and I'm prepared to use my gun


If you pop it, leave you in the street leakin' on the concrete
If someone challenges me, I will shoot and leave them injured on the ground


If it's real, murder down and go and catch a body
If a situation is serious, I will resort to murder


I've been traumatized ever since I went and caught a nine
I have been emotionally scarred since I first used a gun


Laced up my Ballys, grab my glizzy, then hit Cinnabon
I put on my designer shoes and grabbed my gun before going to the mall's food court


Seen a buster up in Target and I made him give it up
I encountered someone vulnerable and intimidated them until they gave me what I wanted


These niggas say they sendin' shots, but they ain't really sending nothing
People claim to be threatening me, but they're not actually doing anything


Niggas call me cuzzo every day and we ain't even cousins
People call me 'cousin' even though we're not related


Bitch tell me she love me every day and we ain't even fuckin'
A woman says she loves me even though we're not in a sexual relationship


A lot of niggas callin' me big bro, but they don't know my mother
Many people call me 'big brother', but they don't really know me or my family


Pull up with that look up on my face and make a nigga stutter
I will approach someone with an intimidating look and make them nervous


Like no other, really in the function strippin' every buster
I bring a unique energy to any gathering and intimidate anyone who challenges me


EA Sports, it's in the game, but I ain't playin', nigga
A reference to the video game company's slogan, but with the implication that I'm serious about violence


This for all them niggas that was snitchin', always playing victim
This is directed at people who have betrayed me or blamed me for their problems


When I see you out in traffic, I ain't playin' with you
When I encounter you in public, I am not going to be friendly


I felt myself outside my body when I sprayed the pistol
I had an out-of-body experience when I used my gun


It's Remble
The end of the song and a reference to the artist




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Eunique Remble, Patrick Chester

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